How do I even begin to write about the terror and joy of discovering you are gay in your 60’s. At a time of life when I should be settled into a kind of comfortable peaceful existence, I find myself questioning my very basic mental and physical perceptions.

Everything is new.  Your perception of every day things subtely changes. Decisions that were easy to make now take time.  It is as if each day is new and seen through the eyes of a new being.  I am a “terrible two “all over again.